It's just like music when you reckon it up. It's like, listening to Pavement, it's just the Fall in 1985, isn't it? They haven't got an original idea in their heads.
Holy water at my wrists and behind my ears; my version of Eau de Don'tbiteme
A woman who’s lived in a cage all her life. And hates it. Bored in there, aren’t you. Waiting for life to happen. And when it finally does, it steals from you what you loved most. So take back. Explode. Lash out. Blow up
We're translating the Kama Sutra," Barrons said, with interactive aids.
Gah, some chicks should be shot. Put out of everyone else's reproduction pool.
I love books, they're in my blood.
You're leaving me, Rainbow Girl.
There are patterns because we try to find them. A desperate attempt at order because we can't face the terror that it might all be random.
You can pretty much do it with anything. You can tell your life story with all the jeans you've worn, or every pair of shoes you've owned.
There's no lotion or potion that will make sales faster and easier for you - unless your potion is hard work.
Every time I hit the ball on the wall I uses to pretend I was there (Wimbledon). When I went to sleep I used to pretend I was there.